Quote of the Day (Sara Teasdale, on Broadway Lights)

“Beneath the liquid splendor of the lights

   We live a little ere the charm is spent;

This night is ours, of all the golden nights,

   The pavement an enchanted palace floor,

And Youth the player on the viol, who sent

   A strain of music thru an open door.”—Sara Teasdale, from “Broadway,” in her Rivers to the Sea (1915)

(The image accompanying this post was taken from the 1920s, when the “liquid splendor of the lights” would likely have been even more dramatic than when Teasdale witnessed it a decade before.)